the road goes on forever

two man track stand?

found this on my windshield after the walk around town.  thanks for the laugh whoever put it there.

but it's been a rocky road

coronas for lunch

T Fred's favorite bossman, Andrew Lewis.

if you watch this and don't smile

something's wrong.

look into my eyes and tell me

what it is you see.

T Funk

Seth Rand

beast mode

cheers my friend

Celebrated an amazing start to the work week in the best kind of way.

In other news mother nature stuck it to us this weekend.  The dust bowl turned into the great washout and neighborhood kids didn't help by playing in the mud either.

I didn't drink enough this weekend

I didn't drink enough this weekend to prepare me for what my work week had in store.  Dumping a load of insulation on I-65 isn't exactly the best way to ring in the work week.

put that 37 on and it ain't rubbin

I built up a new frame earlier this week.  It's been a really long time since that's happened.  Probably will be a really long time before it happens again.  Thanks to Alex, and the guys at Sunday for hooking it up.  Thanks also to Seth for installing 2 chains to fit that rear end.

37 tooth, room to spare.

down but not out

A huge feel better soon goes out to Alex, who went down hard over the weekend and broke his arm, on his birthday of all days.

take pictures on the weekend...

...get them online half a week later (on a good week).

big thanks to Luke for showing us around his local spots.

T Fred

David Romeroooooooooooooooooooooooo

do you think we are robot free?

back east

Cades cove, TN

bring on the weekend

somewhere between here and there.  East TN on I-40 west.

trip down memory lane

This past Sunday I took a trip to my old trails in South Carolina on my way out of town.  It was sad to see the shape things were in, but after a little bit of quality time with a shovel it proved that not all hope was lost.  Rambo  got to spend some time at his old stomping grounds as well.

Mother nature had reclaimed nearly 6" if not more of clay off of every jump and berm.  Washed away into the pits where the clay had came from to build them.

I thought about how much time I'd spent down there with a shovel in my hands.  Working to get things just the way I wanted.  Building your own trails doesn't seem to be very popular these days at all and that's a shame.  I hated seeing that nobody had taken over the reigns in my absense and kept things up.

At the end of my visit I realized that everything comes full circle, and one spot being laid to rest leads to the birth of another one.  I guess you could call it evolution in a way.  I just will call it another day in the woods without a care.

is it Friday yet?